Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Phoenix Made of Ash

So many things were meant to be
And weren't
Like you
and me

Why are we so afraid of taking chances?
Why does it matter if we end up 
on the cutting room

The situations and circumstances
The people and places
They define us
They make us exactly who we are

And I don't like it
But no I don't hate it
Sometimes I like it
But who ever said I love it?

I'll take it as it comes
Hit me fast
Throw me low
One day, one day

I will rise
Time is not the enemy
The enemy here 
is me

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